Poem: Wolf Through A Blue Gaze
See myself free to roam free to be me i wonder now my fate now that i am my own no longer cared for by others here i lie waiting through the blue gaze here i see looking at me an old blue sea wandering through the forest green searching my path
A Fox Lost In the World
It's simple because we all follow the same path and with this path it becomes darker. and the dark means someone left the path \*killed themself\* so we all must follow the path or else we will all die a senseless death.
Sharp Shooter-Chapter 1- The Station
Location: Classified-Great Britain. Operator: Staff Sargent Ren-Classified-Raziel June 24th 2055 Time: 8:09 PM Support: Captain Kachira-Classified Maj. Vortex-Classified-Winterheart British SAS Target: Classified The rain poured from the...
Choose your own Path pt13
The sphinx lies down on her front this time, her tail high in the air as she looks at you teasingly. You immediately look down and begin rubbing your belt, thinking to make it bigger, and you cock slowly stretches and expands. You stare in amazement as...
The Dragon, the King and the Kobold (vol. 4)
More than once you find it necessary to divert your path to accommodate your size but there is no complaint from your party. on occasion you direct your kobolds to climb nearby trees and take a look around.
Wolves Under Moon
All these paths welcoming you. still my heart shall beat for you.
A Path Snow Poem
We all follow a path however that path leads us somewere but we all need to know at the end our tracks may never be found but always sense in the dust of the wind.
A continuing poem of a journey to love
I finally open my eyes, the path was dark sill; my world was unlit. i move forward, a guide shined down; my path could be seen. i travel my path, the road uneven and difficult; my faith became stronger.
The Dragon, the King and the Kobold (vol. 3)
Many of you could be living in relative comfort within your own dens, raising a family of your own design and walking a path of your own making.
Robin's Song
Down a lonely path i walked and sang a robin's song. it drifted there among the green and i was gone before too long.
Sharp Shooter-Chapter 3-Hellhounds
The next morning I was awoken to the sunlight coming in through the cracked open windows of the train car. Mom and Dad were curled against one another in their bags and at first I thought they were asleep, but they weren't, they were just keeping quiet...
Path Of Paws
Without him, i would still be wandering down a path with no clue what lies ahead. he is a good man, and a good werewolf, the likes of which this world needs more like him.